Mid-Years

Thy hope mid-years come not to thee But alas my fate hath come to me How rugged how heartbreaking the journey I know Yet this path before me is the path I go Many art my counterparts who fall And thy few who live thy struggle Born to cruel fate None other than thee Life of freedom, free from pains In my fervent prayers and wistfulness May this cup of sour wine Pass me like Wind past thine Thy hope mid-years come not to thee Though knocking on my aperture Receive will I not for thou

-Trina Chong(2U)